Monday, August 20, 2007

Ebb tide

The Fisherman's Memorial from afar. It's that somewhat melancholy time of the summer when you really start to notice that the sun is rising a little later in the mornings and setting increasingly early in the evenings. Not that I don't enjoy the Fall - in fact it's my favorite season here in New England - but there's just something inherently depressing about the first night that it's dark before eight o'clock.

2 comments:

Rhea said...

Hi, Jersey Exile, I love fall, too, but totally agree that the dying of summer is really, really sad.

Susie said...

Yes! I said the same exact thing last night. I got this extreme feeling of sadness when I realized it was 8:00 and dark. I too love New England falls, but will really miss summer :(